User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/The Wrath of Gormad Tunn/@comment-25220117-20130808131316/@comment-25220117-20130831191018

A big, skinny rat known as Dervy stood alongside Cutthroat, chewing on some tender roots "Found anythin' good t'scoff yet, matey?"

''The roots were some knocked from his paws by a scowling Skaup. The ferret had armed himself with a thick tree limb he had found in the damp grass, and like any true ferret thug would, he had taken to beating his inferiors with it'' "Pick up der roots an' put 'em in de sack-Ye be darned if I find you stuffin' yore face with any more supplies, ratface." As Dervy hastened to obey, muttering murderously to himself, Skaup rounded on Cutthroat "And you! Where's all those eggs yore supposed t' be so gudd at findin', eh?"